Unwanted Heat

Nicholas

Curled up next to me is Kenzie: her head is next to mine, her chin resting on my shoulder and her leg is just over mine. When I finally managed to fall asleep very late last night, I was as far over on the one side of the bed as I could possibly be without falling out. I wanted to avoid touching her at all costs-it was hard enough to know what she was wearing under the blankets, I don’t know how I would have handled actually touching her. Yet as I take in the bed this morning, I realize that we are both now lying in the middle of the bed, and her beautiful body is now wrapped around mine. I should get up; I should go start coffee or something and let her sleep. I should get out of bed before I do something stupid. I should-

“Hmmmmm,” Kenzie moans in her sleep and cuddles even closer to me. Her arm is across my stomach, her hand resting on my hip as if she is trying to hold me to her. It doesn’t sound like she is having a nightmare, but I still worry nonetheless. I wrap my arm around her back, wanting to comfort her if it starts, but thankfully she doesn’t moan again or cry out.

Every time we have slept in the same bed, I’ve woken to find her in my arms; this is the first time that I’ve woken to find myself in her arms. When I hear Kenzie’s breathing change a few moments later, I realize that she is awake and probably taking in our sleeping positions just as I did. I gently rub her back with my hand, letting her know that I’m awake but not saying anything either. I glance at the clock, surprised to find that it’s already after nine and that’s when it hits me. I didn’t have a nightmare last night.

“No, you didn’t,” she confirms which is when I realize I had spoken aloud.

I can’t remember ever going two consecutive nights without having a nightmare-it’s never happened. For years the nightmares were every night, sometimes multiple times a night, especially when I was younger. Nothing helped: sleeping pills, different types of therapy, medication nothing. Was last night a fluke? Was I just over tired from all the traveling? Could the time change have affected the nightmares somehow? Could it have been-

“Did you sleep okay?” Kenzie asks.

“I did, you?”

I don’t admit that I slept fucking fantastic for the second night in a row. I can’t admit that, not until I know the reason. I need to figure out what was so different about last night and the night before that caused me to sleep so fucking good. I need to figure it out so once we get back to New York I can continue doing it. I haven’t slept this good… ever.

“I slept really good; it was nice hearing the ocean in the middle of the night,” she says.

“It was.”

“Nicholas,” she leans up so she can look at me. “Thank you again for bringing me here, this is… so much more than I ever could have imagined for a honeymoon. I know I keep saying thank you and it doesn’t seem like enough-”

“Shhhh, you don’t need to thank me.”NôvelDrama.Org holds © this.

“I just want you to know how much this trip means to me. I really appreciate-”

I cut her off by kissing her. I’ve told her to stop trying to thank me, but she won’t stop, so I end it by kissing her. I don’t know why I kissed her instead of just telling her to stop. I wasn’t thinking; I just did it. She giggles against my lips when she realizes what I’ve done, but she doesn’t make any attempt to stop me from kissing her. In fact, instead of stopping me she deepens the kiss. Her tongue is quickly at my lips, seeking entry which I immediately grant her.

My arm naturally tightens around her waist, bringing her even closer to me. I can’t help but run my other hand up and down the side of Kenzie’s body, feeling every inch of her that I can reach from this position. When I reach her bare leg, I slowly slide my hand up her thigh until I reach the hem of the nightie she is wearing. I pause, not knowing if this is what she wants… Hell I don’t know if this is what I want.

“Mmmmmm,” I moan, I fucking moan, when Kenzie cautiously takes my hand and urges me to continue exploring her body on the path that I was on.

Her breathing hitches when my hand slips under her nightie, and I grasp her ass gently, loving the way it feels in my hand. Needing to feel her closer to me, I know I need to adjust how we are lying. I roll onto my side, gently moving Kenzie so she does the same. I don’t know where the boldness comes from, but she wraps her arm around my lower back and gently pulls me closer to her as she rests her leg on mine. Our bodies are so close, there is no way that she can’t know how turned on I am right now. My dick is fucking begging to come out, but I don’t dare do that. I don’t know where this is exactly going right now, but I know fucking her isn’t an option. It would complicate things far too much… besides what if I did something that freaked her out again?

My hands return to exploring her body-only this time I venture up her nightie rather than down. I cautiously take her breast in my hand, giving her every opportunity to stop whatever this is that is happening between us. Instead, she moans and pushes her chest against my hand. Motivated by her obvious enjoyment, I roll her hardened nipple between my thumb and finger.

I’ve wondered how her breasts would feel like since the first time I saw her swimming in the pool at Accord Towers. The reality is so much better than what I imagined. I don’t know how things have gotten this far with Kenzie; I don’t know how we’ve gotten to the point that we’re lying in bed next to each other with my hands all over her body. We should stop-I should insist that after today I sleep on the couch. I don’t want to complicate our already complicated arrangement but… it’s already done. Things are already complicated between us, this… this just adds to it. “Nicholas,” she gasps when I pinch her nipple just the smallest amount and any thought of stopping is gone.

A groan escapes me when she starts moving slowly; her breathing increases as she rocks herself against my dick. I know I’m rubbing against her clit with each movement. I’m so fucking tempted to destroy the barriers between us and slide right into her. I can only imagine how good she would feel, just the thought of being inside of Kenzie has me nearly coming in my shorts. I’ve never been this turned on; I’ve never been ready to come so quickly. If she continues rubbing against me the way she is right now, I’m going to completely embarrass myself.

Realizing I need to do something, I reluctantly move my hand away from her nipples, and I make my way back down her soft ass. I can tell she is wearing a thong and can only imagine that it must match her nightie perfectly. Ever so slowly, I slip my hand between us and tease her clit with my fingers. I watch her reaction to ensure that nothing I’m doing is something she might not want, but when her breathing hitches at my intimate touch I know that she won’t be pulling away anytime soon.

It would be so easy to lower my shorts, pull her thong aside and slide right into her. If things weren’t so complicated between us, I would do just that. How do I know that fucking her wouldn’t complicate our arrangement even more than it already is? What if I’m rough with her and she freaks out like the other night? What if-

“Nicholas,” when she pants my name I nearly lose it right then and there.

“I got you, baby,” I whisper before pulling her even tighter against me and slipping my hand into her damp thong.

She moans and pushes herself against my hand the moment my fingers find her clit. I am so busy focusing on how fucking wonderful she feels as she moves against my fingers, that I don’t realize at some point she managed to get her arm between us until I feel her fingers tentatively wrap around my dick.

“Kenzie!” I hiss.

I need to focus on her and not on how her hand feels better on me than I ever could have imagined. No longer concerned that she might not want things to move in this direction between us, I slip my fingers through her wet folds before circling her opening with them.

“OH!” she cries out when I slip one finger into her throbbing sex.

Her walls are convulsing around me as she grips me tighter, stroking me faster as if she’s trying to tell me what she needs from me. With my thumb on her clit, I slip another finger into her core and begin moving against her. We’re both panting, the only sounds that can be heard are our moans and groans as we both chase the release we desperately want. I can’t remember the last time I just fooled around with a woman without actually fucking them, but right now… hell it just feels fucking amazing.

I can tell Kenzie is getting closer to her release as her breathing picks up and her body tenses. Her walls start tightening around me further, trying to suck my fingers deeper into her. Yet, through it all, she doesn’t stop trying to please me. She’s stroking my throbbing dick with her fingers teasing my balls every so often when I least expect it. I’m thrusting against her hand without even realizing it. It takes everything in me not to spill myself into her hand, but I refuse to come until she does.

Adding a little more pressure to her throbbing clit has her coming apart, screaming my name seconds later. I’ve had women call out my name when they came, but nothing has ever sounded as amazing as hearing my name on Kenzie’s lips when she is in the throes of an orgasm. I watch her, loving how sexy she looks when she comes. Her mouth forms this perfect O shape as her body continues to clench my fingers tightly, her orgasm not yet ready to end. All I can think is how amazing I bet she would feel if it was my dick inside of her instead.

“Kenzie,” I hiss and thrust one final time against her hand before finding my own release only seconds after hers.